The next morning, William followed Jenny and Amanda out of the airport in New York. The flight he had booked was a medium-sized private jet. William checked into a small guest room after boarding the plane, while Jenny and Amanda stayed on the sofa in the living room as instructed by the stewardess.
From afar, he saw Brian, his ex-wife Lenore, and a few middle-aged men and women standing at the exit.
When Jenny and Amanda saw their parents, they happily rushed over with their luggage. The group hugged and cried for a long time.
William waved at Brian. He didn't go up to meet Brian's friends and family. Brian knew that William didn't want to get to know everyone under such circumstances, so he gave William a thumbs up and nodded.
After William passed through the security check on behalf of the captain, he got into the Bentley that he had booked yesterday and went to Fifth Avenue. He wanted to meet Winston first and see what this assassin leader had to say to him.
After paying the fare and getting out of the car at the Continental Hotel, William raised his head and saw the iron-like hotel in front of him. The hotel's design was really special. The designer had really been imaginative. He had designed and built such a strange 87-meter-tall building 100 years ago.
Led by the hotel waiter, he walked into the hotel lobby. The hotel lobby's furnishings were quite outdated. It probably hadn't been renovated for more than 20 years.
Looking at the people sitting in the lobby, William knew with his extraordinary senses that more than 90% of the dozens of people sitting in the lobby reeked of blood. They were definitely hitmen.
William was a little surprised. The Continental Hotel was really brazen. So many hitmen were sitting here so openly. Weren't they afraid of exposing their identities? Or did they not care if their identities were exposed at all?
But on second thought, William understood. In modern society, the police had to have evidence to arrest people, or they had to be caught at the scene. Without evidence, the police couldn't arrest them directly even if they knew that these people were hitmen.
Also, Brian had said that the Continental Hotel had hundreds of years of history and had several branches in Europe and America. The power behind the hotel must be deeply rooted in Europe and America, and must have its own secret to survival.
Walking to the reception desk in the lobby, a middle-aged black man wearing glasses smiled and said, "Good morning, sir. My name is Karon. How can I help you?"
William smiled and said, "Hello, Charon. I'm here to see Winston. Someone sent me a message yesterday saying that they wanted me to meet him here. You can tell him that my name is Devonshire."
Charon did not ask any further and nodded with a smile. "Please wait a moment, sir. I'll inform Winston right away."
Charon made a phone call, hung up, and said with a smile, "Please follow me, Mr. Devonshire. Mr. Winston is waiting for you at the top of the building."
Under Karon's lead, William walked into the elevator. He curiously looked at the old-fashioned elevator from the 40s. Nowadays, there was no building that still used this kind of old-fashioned elevator that could only be seen in movies. He wondered if it was safe.
Seeing William curiously looking at the decorations in the elevator, Karon carefully said, "Mr. Devonshire, although this elevator is 70 years old, other than the decorations in the elevator, everything else has been modernized. There shouldn't be any problems with safety."
William pursed his lips. Was Karon showing off the Continental Hotel's long history to him? What was there to show off if it was only 70 years old? Devonshire had a legacy from the previous year. What was there to say about 70 years?
When they reached the top floor, William's eyes lit up as soon as he stepped out of the elevator. He hadn't expected the top floor to be filled with all kinds of plants and flowers. There was only a table with four seats in the middle.
A middle-aged man with South American features and a white-haired old man were sitting opposite each other and talking about something. There was an open leather suitcase on the table filled with about 200 gold coins.
When the two saw that there were guests, they smiled and shook hands with each other. The white-haired old man even smiled and nodded at William when he passed by William.
The middle-aged man said to Karon, "Thank you, Karon. Go do your thing. Leave this to me."
Karon nodded and said, "Yes, sir."
The middle-aged man pointed at a chair and gestured for William to sit down. After sitting down, he poured a cup of black tea for William and said, "My name is Winston. According to our seniority, you should call me uncle. I almost forgot how long it has been since we last met.
William, I still remember how you looked when you were born. I even held you at that time. Black hair, blue eyes, a small nose, a small mouth. You were a little ugly. I didn't expect it to be 20 years in the blink of an eye. "
Although William was mentally prepared when he arrived, when he heard Winston say that he was William's uncle, he still choked on the black tea he had just drunk. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times, looking at Winston in disbelief.
After he calmed down, William looked at the South American man in front of him strangely. No matter how he looked at it, the two of them didn't seem to be related by blood.
When Winston saw William's eyes, he knew what William was puzzled about. He explained, "My grandmother and Henry's mother were biological sisters. One of them married in England, and the other in Argentina, so we don't look the same. However, there is one thing we have in common." He pointed at his hair and laughed.
William also smiled politely, but to be honest, he didn't think it was funny. Suddenly, a South American-looking man came to say that he was his uncle and had even carried him when he was just born. This made William unable to accept it.
"Okay, I know you don't believe me, but there's someone who can prove that I'm telling the truth. Let me show you something." He made a call. "Help me bring up the cryptex from the safe."
A few minutes later, a middle-aged woman came up with a small cryptex and handed it to Winston. After waving the woman away, Winston handed the cryptex to William.
"Henry gave it to me. You should understand after you open it."
William looked at the cryptex in his hand in confusion. How can I open it without the password?
Winston saw William looking at him strangely and shrugged. "Don't look at me. I don't know the password either. Henry didn't tell me the password when he gave it to me. He just told me to give it to you when the time was right."
William could tell at a glance that the cryptex in his hand belonged to the Devonshire family. There was a family crest, a seal, and even a password. William understood the password after thinking about it, but he wasn't in a hurry to open it.
Instead, he asked Winston, "Why did you only give it to me now?"
Winston smiled and said, "Henry said that if you didn't inherit his last wish when you grew up, you would be an ordinary person. As your uncle, I might never acknowledge you. But as far as I know, not only did you inherit Henry's last wish, but you also far exceeded my and his expectations. I really didn't expect you to grow to this point.
You did a great job. After Henry passed away, I've been secretly observing you. After you were admitted to the University of London, I thought you would get married and have children in the future and live a peaceful life. I didn't expect you to deceive everyone. As expected of Henry's successor. I think Henry must be very comforted in heaven. "
William suddenly had an idea. He said hurriedly, "So it's because of your protection that my mother and I were able to live in peace for ten years without being disturbed?"
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